Qin Yiqiu walked up to the bookshelf, her fingertips sweeping across the mottled, antique wooden frame. She took a deep breath until her nasal passages were filled with the rich scent of ink, then mustered her courage and randomly selected a volume.
Her fingertips trembled as she opened the first page of the book. There was nothing on it; it wasn't until she turned two pages that characters written in delicate, hairpin-script appeared.
It roughly detailed a plot.
Chapter 26